As Inquistor Acolyte of the One Sith, it was her duty to root out all Republic scum, supporters or personnel. The rule of the One Sith on Coruscant was that of fear, the people feared prosecution and death for speaking out against their new rulers. The Sith had an iron grip around the throat of Coruscant. Sidi had received information by the operatives of the One Sith Intelligence agency that there was a possible Jedi. Possible, the person couldn't identify. You see, when the people are ruled by fear, the citizens will go out of their way to throw another under the bus to get in on the good books, to avoid any chance of prosecution. It wasn't the first time in history it had occurred, and wouldn't be the last. A daily occurrence.
Sidi held the homeless Bothan by the hairs of his chin, yanking taut. He had made the call to the agency, reporting the sighting. "
I-i don't know!" the Bothan stuttered in terror. The piercing yellow eyes of Sidi watched him, knowing this was truth he spoke, "
If you can't tell me who he is, then tell me where he is." The Bothan glanced down the street, pointing a finger, "
I saw him down there, walk into a cantina. H-he gave me some credits. Said s-something about n-not begging." Sidi found this to be truth, prodding his mind, "
Good. He's right, you won't need to beg. The One Sith appreciate their supporters." She said in a hiss, withdrawing five credits from her pocket, varying in worth from 50 to 500. She knew it wouldn't last long. Homeless weren't homeless because they couldn't find a job, more often than not it was because they were addicted to narcotics.
The Devaronian let the Bothan slither back into the alleys that he called home, nodding his head with fervour in gratitude. His entire body trembled from the experience, and Sidi began moving further down the lane. Dictatorship and subjugation of the people had been the greatest thing to happen to Coruscant, or so she thought. The weak cowered and the strong ruled, that is how it was mean't to be. How the galaxy should be. Personal opinions of a Sith, nonetheless. She approached a line of cantinas, patrons walked in sober and walked out drunk, or a belly full of food, and sometimes a black eye. Sidi stood there for a moment, assessing the crowd.
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